Nothing to See Here

"At midnight, all the agents and superhuman crew go out and round up everyone who knows more than they do."

Anonymous asked: What does Conservativism mean to you?


Hey, anon. Thanks for the question, and for waiting so long for an answer. I’ve been trying to answer this question myself for much longer, believe me.

This summer I got a really good education in the subject while working at The American Conservative. (Yesterday was my last day there.) The people at TAC helped me scrape out the cobwebs around a school of thought I respect a lot more now than I used to. Conservatism once was a euphemism for an American party line to me. Now I understand it to be a worldview and a self-conception based largely in values that I share, but oriented toward ends I do not.

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Excellent post by Catherine, I used to consider myself Libertarian but their insistence that each man is an island unto himself really didn’t jive with me and so I had to give that up and learn that I am not wholly compatible with any one political system because they will all soon pass away.   

A very concrete and practical way that we in North America can respond to the violence in the Middle East is to commit ourselves to establishing peace in our own families and communities.

The Yazidis are a tiny religious minority, following a faith that is neither Muslim nor Christian. That makes them apostates in the eyes of the Islamic State in Iraq and Syria, which is sweeping through their villages in northern Iraq.

—Is it just me or does this section from an NYT article imply that ISIS is okay with Christians/isn’t also murdering Christians and forcing them to leave their homes? (via shortbreadsh)

(Source: shortbreadstuff, via catherineaddington)

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.

T. S. Eliot, “East Coker” (via catherineaddington)

I’ve always liked Eliot, unironically, even after I discovered that the stereotype at my school was to “discover” Eliot your freshman year. I have not read poetry as much as I would have liked to and I am always meaning to read more. 

(Source: maedhrys, via catherineaddington)


An amazing photo! A guy is kissing humbly the hand of an Eastern Orthodox priest. That’s a proof that looks don’t matter at all, our soul does :)


An amazing photo! A guy is kissing humbly the hand of an Eastern Orthodox priest. That’s a proof that looks don’t matter at all, our soul does :)



It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets. ~Voltaire 

Margret Atwood

“Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ~ Margret Atwood


A Top 10 List (tcaseyiii, matthewshealey)

I love these kinds of lists. I’ve made it a habit to read other people’s favorite books. Engaging with the stories that speak to people in your life, and talking with people about things they love, is a really wonderful process. You learn a…

My top ten most influential books

1. Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

2. Facing East by Fredrica Matthewes-Green  

3. The Reason for God by Timothy Keller 

4. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis 

5. The Plague by Albert Camus 

6. Animal Farm by George Orwell 

7. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

8. Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss 

9. The Moon is a Harsh Mistress by Robert Heinlein

10. The Next 100 Years: A Forecast for the 21st Century by George Friedman 

Jesus did not die because God had an anger problem and needed to be appeased. God does not change; as He is about reconciliation now, so He always has been about reconciliation. No, Jesus died to take on the effects of our malice, rivalry and self-centredness and reflect them back at us in all their undisguised ugliness. He died because it was the only way to expose the inescapable fact that the wages of sin is death.

In short, God did not have an anger problem; we had a violence problem.